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To Mrs. Grinnell, our teacher,
advisor, and friend we gratefully
dedicate this issue of the Tattler.
HELEN JAMES SCHOOL
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Editor-in-Chief Shirley Payne
Assistant Editor Barbara Dymerski
Business Manager Russell Warner
Assistants Marilyn Williams, Robert Collins
Literary Editor Floyd Merritt
Assistant Robert Smith
Alumni Editor Palma Ingellis
Assistant Esther Loomis
Sports Editor Edward McColgan
Exchange Editor Laura Lloyd
Faculty Advisor Mr. Hill
Dedication ... 3
Senior Class Pictures
Class Day Program
Prophecy On The Prophet
Class Will ....
Song and Movie Hits
Class Statistics .
Class of '48
Class of '49
Class of '50
Class Trip to New York
W I L L I A M S B I! R G HI G II SCHOOL
FLORENCE MARCIA BEALS "Flossie"
"A generous soul is sunshine to the mind."
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Girls' Glee Club 4; Class Play 4;
Prom Committee .'?; Amateur Show 4.
Farmerette Musical Big- hearted
ELIZABETH ANN BROOKS "Liz"
"A merry heart is a purse well lined."
Vice President 2, 3; Revue Staff 2, 3, 4; Prom Com-
mittee 3; Dramatic Club 2; Girls' Glee Club 4; Class
Entertaining Amiable Bashful
DOROTHY ADELINE CARVER "Pete"
"Good humored, frank and free."
Class Historian 3, 4; Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Pro Merito 3, 4;
Revue Staff 3; Dramatic Club 2; Prom Committee 3;
Class Play 4; Amateur Show 4.
Dainty Artistic Critical
FRANK BRADLEY COLLINS "Dresz"
"Ne'er a thought can we express,
Without a bit of wit from Dresz"
Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Club 2; Student Model Con-
gress, Northampton 3; Student Model Congress, A.I.C.
3; Student Government Convention 4; Class Play 4;
Revue Staff 3, 4; Tattler Staff 4; Prom Committee 3;
Amateur Show 4.
Forever joking Blithesome Comical
BARBARA ANN DYMERSKI "Barb"
"Gay like a warm summer day
until — a spark brews a storm."
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Girls' Glee Club 4; Class President
3; Vice President 4; Tattler Staff 4; Revue Staff 3, 4;
Prom Committee 3; Class Play 4; Pro Merito 3, 4;
Amateur Show 4.
Bright Ambitious Daring
DORIS LOUISE GRAVES
"Charms strike the sight but merit wins the soul."
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Class President 1, 2; Forensic
League 2, 3, 4; Declamations 2, 3; Girls' State 3; Pro
Merito 3, 4; State Declamation Contest 3; Orchestra
1, 2; Amateur Show 4; Model Congress at Northamp-
ton 3; Pro Merito Convention 3; Tattler Staff 3; Revue
Staff 4; N. E. Junior Model Congress at A.I.C. 4;
Class Play Committee 4; Prom Committee 3.
Dressy Likeable Gay
THEODORA HOWES HARLOW "Honey"
"A live wire is never stepped on."
Cheerleader 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Girls' Glee Club
4; Class Play Committee 4; Dramatic Club 3; Revue
Staff 2, 3; Prom Committee 3; Prom Queen 3; Student
Council 1; Amateur Show 4.
Talkative Humorous Harmless
JANET MAE HILLENBRAND "Bubbles"
"She sighed for many but loved just one."
Glee Club 4; Cheerleading 3, 4; Prom Committee 3;
Class Play Committee 4; Victory Corps 1, 2.
Jealous Mischievous Hilarious
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
HARRIETT INEZ ICE "Hattio"
"Ever cheerful, ever smiling, never known to frown."
Glee Club 1, 2, 4; Prom Committee 3; Girls' Glee
Club 4; Senior Class Play Committee 4; Revue Staff 3.
Happy Invaluable Innocent
DAVID WALLACE LEDUC "Duker"
"Of carefree spirit, light in heart."
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Play 4; Prom Committee 3.
Debonair Wolfish Liked
FLOYD SAMUEL MERRITT "Twink"
"Preparation is the keynote of success."
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4; Pro Merito
3, 4; Boys' State 3; Debating 3, 4; Declamations 2, 3, 4;
Class President 4; Pro Merito Convention 3; A.I.C.
Congress 3; Oratorical Contest 4; Essay Contest 3, 4;
Editor of Revue 3; Student Council Convention 4;
Tattler Staff 3, 4; State Debate Tournament 3; Senior
Class Play 4; Model Congress at Northampton 3; Model
Congress at Chicopee 4; Prom Committee 3.
"Flash" Scholar Modest
ROWENA ISABELLE NYE "Ketzel"
"Tough but oh so gentle."
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Cheerleader 3, 4; Prom Committer
3; Class Play Committee 4; National Poetry Contest 3;
Revue Staff 4; Victory Corps 1, 2.
Romantic Irish Nice
SHIRLEY LUCILLE PAYNE "Red"
"She who has patience has everything."
Glee Club 2, 3, 4; Revue Staff 3, 4; Tattler Staff 4;
Class Play 4; Secretary of class 3, 4; Treasurer of
class 3, 4; D.A.R. Pilgrim 4; Prom Committee 3;
Amateur Show 4.
Sure Luscious Practical
ROBERT SCOTT SMITH "Smitty"
"What care I when I can lie and rest;
Kill time, and take life at its very best."
Glee Club 1, 3, 4; Revue Staff 3; Prom Committee 3;
Basketball 2, 3; Tattler Staff 4.
Respectable Sturdy Sleepy
Mr. Edward Foster
Mr. Raymond Hill
Miss Anne Dunphy
Mrs. Frances Grinnel]
Miss Helena Webber
SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS
PRESIDENT Floyd Merritt
VICE-PRESIDENT Barbara Dymerski
SECRETARY-TREASURER Shirley Payne
CLASS HISTORIAN Dorothy Carver
ADDRESS OF WELCOME Floyd Merritt
CLASS HISTORY Shirley Payne
CLASS PROPHECY Frank Collins
PROPHECY ON PROPHECY Robert Smith
CLASS WILL Janet Hillenbrand
CLASS GRINDS Rowena Nye
GRADUATION NIGHT ORATORS
Our Political Problems Doris Graves
Our Economic Problems Dorothy Carver
Our Social Problems Barbara Dymerski
Our Problems of Peace Floyd Merritt
CLASS MOTTO— Launched but not anchored
COLORS— Maroon and Gold
CLASS GIFT— Electric Clock for Auditorium
CLASS FLOWER— Yellow Rose
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
The time: Spring— 1968
The place: Vicinity of New York
The hot and sultry June afternoon was
wearing away slowly but surely, and my
old 1!»47 Chevrolet "jallopy" was as much
under the weather as I was. The highway
to New York was very easy to travel and
I expected to arrive at the headquarters
of the United Nations in an hour or so.
The country was very prosperous now.
Dewey was elected president twenty years
ago in 1948, and he served two terms.
Russia had had a civil war and the coun-
try was now a peaceful republic. The United
Nations built their headquarters in New
York City around 1950 and the organization
continued to grow thereafter.
When I entered the office building to ob-
tain some information from the public rec-
ords. I saw a distinguished looking man
with wavy, light grey hair, a rather keen
smile, and a blazing red carnation in his
lapel. I thought he looked a bit familiar
and suddenly I recognized him. It was
Floyd Merritt. It seems that Floyd was
head of the reception department, and he
said he was determined to work his way
to the top.
Just then the goodwill delegation from
Italy arrived and Floyd and I gripped each
other for support as we were introduced to
the head of the delegation, Janet Hillen-
brand. Janet had often traveled to Italy
and now she was working for the United
Nations, too. Floyd recovered from the sur-
prise before I did and asked Janet what-
ever had happened to Rowena Nye. We
both figured Janet knew if anybody did,
and sure enough she did. Rowena, too,
had been successful. With the help of her
millionaire husband, she now was owner
of the country's largest chain of restau-
rants, and business was very good.
In the lobby I saw a small sign over a
clerk's desk saying. "Honey's Interpreter
Service." Having met two of my class-
mates in just a few minutes, I began to
think anything could happen, and it did.
When I asked the clerk if there was a
Theodora Harlow in her service, she ex-
plained that there was but just now she
was on a job in Russia. I remembered back
in high school we used to wonder if and
when "Honey" would ever wear out the
English language. The clerk smiled a little
at my curiosity and then she went on to
tell me "Honey" was now master of seven
languages. Only now did I notice the grin
coming over the clerk's face. I forced a
small smile and her grin exploded into,
"Frank, what in the world are you doing
I was about ready to accept anything
now because there, behind a desk no less,
was Doris Graves. Sixteen years ago in
1952 it seems that Doris married a Colonel
of the United States Air Force. He was
soon sent to Siberia on a two-year test
project and so Doris took this job. But the
colonel took a liking to Siberia, so they both
have stayed at the same jobs ever since.
Apparently, Doris had already met Floyd
and Janet, but she asked me if I knew what
Barbara Dymerski was doing now. I said
I had no idea whatsoever, so she told me.
Barbara had done very well, too, for she
was now a singer in the most expensive
night club in town — Capetown, South
Africa. We always thought Barbara would
That night. Doris and I looked up Janet
and Floyd and we went out looking for a
good place to eat. We were walking down
Broadway when I heard by high school nick-
name "Dreszel" thunder out of a side street.
There, climbing down a lamp post with a
golf-club in one hand was Bob Smith. But
Bob was quick to explain that this was
as close to a night-club as he could get. So
I loaned him three dollars and asked him
to come along. We all wanted to know what
happened to Bob and he quickly told us.
After high school graduation he joined the
Merchant Marine, and a short while later
he missed his ship leaving Honk-Kong.
After four years in China, Bob finally
got a ship to California where he settled
down and now has a national monoply on
the stuffed-olive industry.
"But what are you doing in New York?"
Smitty paused a bit, then said he came
East to look up his uncle in the New York
We saw a large sign over a restaurant
which read "Dave's Auto-Mat." Suddenly
a big, black Packard pulled up at the curb
and a dapper, well dressed gentleman
stepped out and almost knocked me down
as he dashed into the restaurant. Doris
recognized him, and we rushed in. David
LeDuc, it turned out, now owned the largest
farm in Wisconsin, which supplied his chain
of Auto-mats in New York. Then Dave told
us that Florence Beals and Harriett Ice were
managers of two of them. Dave said he
wanted his help to know a little about farms
as well as restaurants.
The next morning I visited the Radio City
Music Hall and at the ticket window I saw
Dorothy Carver busily selling tickets. I
bought mine and agreed to see her later
when she wasn't so busy. She told me then
that she had worked for seventeen years as
a night scrub-woman in the music hall
and then she was promoted to her present
job. Dorothy said she had already written
two novels and was also engaged to a
retired banker named Roger Kent. We
never knew our class play meant so much
After the show I went over to Times
Square to buy a copy of the Daily Hamp-
shire Gazette. There was a big write-up on
page one about the graduation of the class
of 1968 at Williamsburg. I was amazed to
find that the principal of "Burgy" High was
now Betty Brooks. Then I remembered
Betty was planning to teach kindergarten
when she was in high school, and I thought
to myself how well she had done. From
force of habit I read over the Classified
Ads and this one caught my eye: "Wanted:
small cottage on Lake Moosehead with ga-
rage, by couple with child and cat, both
well mannered. Cottage needed immediately.
We can arrive in two days, with child and
cat, four days. Call Haydenville 4302." I
pulled out my little green book and looked
up the number and I was startled to see
that the ad was by Shirley Payne.
I was very much pleased to see how all
my classmates had made out since gradua-
tion. They were in all walks of life now
and scattered all over the world. I wondered
where everyone would be in another twenty
one years, but actually there is no way
to tell about the future.
Prophecy on the Prophet
On a beautiful May day in 1962, I was
reclining on the porch of my adobe hacienda
located about twenty miles south of the
town of Tombstone, Arizona. Hearing some-
one on the steps leading to the porch, I
quickly opened my eyes and observed a man
about my own age, well browned by the
sun. On closer observation I saw he was
carrying a brief case.
Arising from my chair, I shook his hand
and told him to be seated. The instant he
sat down, he opened the brief case on which
was inscribed a T3. "Dresz" was all I could
utter at the sight of that.
Before I could ask him what he was
selling he had already started his sales talk,
and his tongue was moving like a trip-
hammer. Occasionally I could make out a
phrase or two, and finally came to the con-
clusion he was selling insurance for the
Limited Life Insurance Corporation. After
a half hour of verbal agony, he finally
stopped long enough so I could calmly tell
him I was in need of no insurance at the
present time. Seeing that he was getting
nowhere fast, he began repacking his pa-
A conversation followed this, which in-
cluded the telling of tales, and the remem-
brance of old times. He told me he had
been successful but had lost his money in
a poor investment in a Chicago night-club.
He also told me that he married a girl
who had been a model in New York, and
now was the proud father of four children.
Since he was so successful in the insurance
business, doing a job that required little
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
effort, he refused the position I offered him
in my newly acquired Canadian uranium
By then it was dinner time, so we feasted,
having egg omelet and corn pone. After
this. Dresz, who incidentally had sold me
a policy during our chat, bid me farewell
and left in a cloud of dust, churned by his
1928 Ford. As I watched him disappear
down the trail, I could not help wondering
if our paths would cross again in the
We, the class of 1947 of Williamsburg
High School, Williamsburg, Massachusetts,
being of unsound mind and body, do hereby
proclaim the following to be our last will
and testament. Any references, similarities,
or resemblances to persons living or dead
are purely intentional, foreseen, and pre-
meditated by us, the testators.
To the faculty we wish to express our
sincere gratitude for their never tiring pati-
ence which they certainly needed, and we
hope they don't think their time was
To Mr. Merritt we leave a new 1947
Kaiser-Frazer automobile to chauffeur de-
baters on their trips.
To Mr. Foster we leave a female secre-
tary to correct and return all our test
To Mr. Hill we leave a whole year's
supply of Kleenex to save the wear and
tear of washing and pressing handkerchiefs.
To Mrs. Grinnell we leave a leash to tie
around the necks of the seniors so she
can keep track of them.
To Miss Dunphy we leave the question
of what really happened on our class trip.
It seems that plenty of rumors were flying
but of course they could or could not be
To Miss Webber we leave bars for all the
windows in her room. We feel this will
cause less gray hairs as to the frights
students give her while leaning out the
windows to see the various ball games that
To Mrs. Rolland we leave a cash register
to take care of the numerous school funds
that we entrust to her care.
To Marilyn Williams, Barbara Dymerski
leaves her quiet and charming ways.
To Joe Myrtel, Bob Smith leaves his hand-
some looks and his "woof woof" ways. He
hopes that Joe will get as far as he did
with these assets.
"Honey" Harlow leaves her voicebox to
anyone who can talk as much as she can.
To "Bub" Tiley, Floyd Merritt leaves his
violin lessons. Floyd feels "Bub" can use
them seeing he has to stay in a few nights
Doris Graves leaves her turned up nose
and turned down hose to Anna Mae Sin-
cage. She thinks that Anna Mae could use
a little sophistication.
Rowena Nye leaves her job at the Maples
to anyone who can work as fast as she can.
Shirley Payne leaves a bottle of red hair
rinse to anyone who wishes to have red
hair. She thinks this will work although she
never has had to use it.
Janet Hillenbrand leaves the school to
all the upcoming sophomores and juniors.
She only hopes they attend it as often as
she has which is at least three times a
Betty Brooks leaves Mr. Hill in amaze-
ment. She also leaves her seats in English
and Speech to anyone who dares to take
To Pete Bates, Frank Collins sadly leaves
his gay selection of bright colored ties.
Frankie says he hates to see them go; but
to a fine fellow like Pete those ties will get
To Bob Hillenbrand, David LeDuc leaves
his luck in flipping coins. David hopes Bob
can come to school with fifty cents and end
up going home with a couple of dollars.
Dorothy Carver wills her obvious and
respective way with men to Ruth Wells.
Florence Beals leaves her farmerette am-
bition to Virginia Dodge. She hopes Virgy
can milk a cow every morning before com-
ing to school as she has in the past years.
Harriett Ice leaves her gab session in
Consumer's Science class to Lucy Barnas.
Harriett hopes Lucy will keep ud the inter-
esting topic of men which is always being
The senior class leaves — too bad — God
Executed on this nineteenth day of June,
in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine
hundred and forty-seven in witness whereof
we have hereunto subscribed our names.
The "Burgy" Bullet
Packard's Soda Shoppe
The One and Only Kilroy
JANET HILLENBRAND '47
Once upon a time there was a small
village called Williamsburg which lay at
the bottom of a very, very high mountain.
This mountain was named Petticoat Moun-
tain. At its foot, tucked away among the
maple trees, was a large brick castle called
a "school" which the superstitious villag-
ers said was haunted. For this reason none
of them would allow their children to go
Because of the housing shortage, five
ghosts went to live at the haunted castle
and they renamed it "Burgy" High.
For many years the ghosts lived happily
at "Burgy" High Castle, but one day they
became very sad. They were lonesome. They
wanted some company. So on a dark night
about the 8th of September, 1943, they went
down into the village and ran off with
thirty-four of the children.
Now we children thought it was great fun
to go to the castle because we had never
been in it before, but when we learned that
we were not going back home again, we
One of the ghosts herded us down a dark
clammy hall to a large room at the other
end called Room VI. He said, "All right,
now," and immediately everyone was quiet.
The ghost continued speaking. "Your first
torture here is called Freshmen's Reception.
If you live through it, you are welcome to
Grimly we marked off each day until
finally the awaited day had come! Very
sadly and weakly we performed horrible-arf
antics much to our upper-classmen's delight.
When we had finished, they very kindly
carried us out.
It was only a short time later that we
lealized our first year at "Burgy" High
Castle had passed.
In September 1944 we entered our sec-
ond year at the castle and moved to the
other end of the hall to Room IV. This was
our big year, the year in which we could
enjoy Freshmen's Reception, could teach
the new group of freshmen to throw erasers
and spitballs, pass notes, hang out the
windows and sweep the floor in Room VI
This year some of our classmates played
baseball and basketball, some went out for
debating, and others played in the orchestra.
Two new ghosts came to live at "Burgy"
H ; gh Castle to replace the two others who
couldn't stand it any longer.
The most outstanding thing we learned
in our sophomore year was how to get away
with a minimum of study and a maximum
September 1945 rolled around and to our
surprise we found that in the large "castle
break" fifteen of our class had escaped.
This gave the remaining twenty of us a
wonderful idea! Why couldn't we have a
Valentine's Card Party and a Junior Prom
to earn enough money to escape from the
castle? And that is exactly what we did.
But in June we found we did not have
quite enough money so we decided to wait
until the next year.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Before we knew it, it was September 1946
and only fourteen of us had lived through
the tortures of the past year.
We hadn't forgotten about the plan of
escape during the summer, either. At nine
o'clock we eagerly ran down into the dun-
geon to see if our money was still there.
Carefully we removed the large stone in
the wall and yes, there it was, almost
one hundred dollars.
When the money was safely hidden again,
we went back upstairs to Room I and
made plans for more money-making proj-
ects. We decided on a dance, an amateur
show and a three-act play, "Don't Darken
By March we had enough money to es-
cape and the morning of the third, fourteen
suitcases bound for New York were quietly
carried out of the castle.
That afternoon we arrived in New York
and imagine our surprise to see mobs of
people, cars, and tall buildings after being
imprisoned for almost four years!
For four days we happily roamed the
streets, saw the stage-play "Oklahoma,"
Radio City, the Statue of Liberty, Empire
State Building, and many other interesting
things. But one afternoon when we were
resting in our rooms, there came a knock
on the door. Who should walk in but one
of the ghosts and her husband! "At last I
have found you," she said. "You must come
back to "Burgy" High Castle with me at
once!" Reluctantly we went. What else
could we do?
Upon our return to Burgy High Castle,
the ghosts went into conference to decide
upon a fitting punishment for us. To our
great surprise, our punishment according
to the head ghost was to be put out of the
castle on the night of June 19, 1947.
In two days we will be leaving dear old
"Burgy" High Castle. We hope that we have
kept the ghosts from becoming lonesome
in the four years that we have lived here
if nothing else. May they all live happily
ever after. They deserve it!
SHIRLEY PAYNE '47
Song and Movie Hits
Miss Webber "Years and Years Ago"
Driving Class "Guilty"
Class of 1950 "Sooner or Later"
Mr. Foster and his Chevy . . . "Rickety Rickshaw Man"
Burgy High "Road to Utopia"
Chemistry Class "The Beginning or the End"
Seniors "The Best Years of Our Lives"
David LeDuc "The Outlaw"
English Classes "All Through the Day"
Janet Hillenbrand . . . "There's gonna be a Great Day"
Mr. Hill "For Whom the Bells Toll"
Before we go there must be a verse
About each student in "our" universe.
It may be a dig and it may be a flatter
But most you'll find are of the latter.
Barbara Dymerski is my very first victim,
She wows the boys and does she send 'em
Right out of her house and into the street,
"And stay out," she yells, "I'll wait for the fleet."
Is she tall? Like a tower.
Is she sweet? Like a flower.
Is she silent? Like a wooded lane.
Who can she be? Why Shirley Payne.
Out of Goshen comes Florence Beals,
She's a farmer's daughter and loves the fields.
She's quiet, musical and to everyone is kind
So if you're looking for a pal, she's the one to find.
Harriett Ice is the most cheerful lass
Ever claimed by this famous Senior Class,
She's happy and gay, never known to frown,
And there's hardly a thing that can get her down.
There's never a dull moment when Janet Hillenbrand's near
With some corny joke that might bring a sneer.
At some witty remark she bursts into laughter,
So heav'n help the guy that gets her hereafter.
A perk, little red-head is Doris Graves
And a good, jolly time is just what she craves.
She'll furnish the car if he will the dough
Then a drop of gas, a gaze at his cash, and off they'll go.
From the highest peak we can still see that smile,
And hear that gay laughter if we listen a while;
This makes Betty Brooks so greatly outstanding,
So if you ever fall, we'll supply a soft landing.
Dorothy Carver is a typical New Englander
Who ignores the fellows who try to land her.
So if a wolf howls, she'll just pass him by
With a disgusted look and an eyebrow raised high.
When David LeDuc came out of the hills
His pockets were loaded with five dollar bills.
Among the New Yorkers he was quite the lad,
But when he reached home, his wallet looked sad.
We hear in the distance a familiar refrain,
Could that be Honey Harlow talking again?
Nevertheless she's a good sociable gal
And has always been a wonderful pal.
18 WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Floyd Merritt will be the next on my list.
He's quiet, gentle, and never shakes a fist;
He's timid, shy and green as the grass;
Say, am I kidding? He's the wolf of our class.
Ah yes! Lest we forget that handsome sheik
Who swoons the girls, and makes them grow weak,
He's Bob Smith of course, and I'll quote again
If there's a girl around, he's sure to remain.
A terrible smell comes again from laboratory;
It must be Frank Collins trying to reach glory.
His many creations flow out like H20.
And so like water, many places he's sure to go.
At last we come to Rowena Nye as you can see is "me."
My only wish is to be happy wherever I may be.
So through the many years that are to come
I propose a toast of luck to each and everyone.
So here ends the famous class of '47
Who hardly expect to ever see heaven.
Although we may reach our highest levels,
Time will tell, but haven't we been devils?
ROWENA I. NYE
Most likely to succeed . . Floyd Merritt
Most pleasing personality . Shirley Payne
Most sophisticated .... Doris Graves
Class Sheik . Bob Smith
Class Vamp ... . Janet Hillenbrand
Class Musician Floyd Merritt
Class Singer .... Barbara Dymerski
Class Orator Floyd Merritt
Class Wit Frank Collins
Noisiest Student David LeDuc
Quietest Student .... Florence Beals
Smartest Student .... Floyd Merritt
Jolliest Student . . . Janet Hillenbrand
Best All-Round Student . Shirley Payne
Class Gossip .... Theodora Harlow
Class Actress Betty Brooks
Class Actor Frank Collins
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WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Class of 1948
First Row: Shirley Shumway. Palma Ingellis, Viola Fraser. Barbara Outhuse. Marilyn
Second Row: Ruth Wells, Mae Sanderson. Connie Baj. Shirley Nichols.
Third Row: Robert Collins, Laura Lloyd, Joseph Myrtel, Virginia Dodge, Russell
PRESIDENT— Viola Fraser
SECRETARY— Palma Ingellis
VICE PRESIDENT— Marilyn Williams
TREASURER— Barbara Outhuse
HISTORIAN— Shirley Shumway
We go to Williamsburg High School.
Our home room number is II.
Our home room teacher is Miss Webber,
She's always pulled us through.
Some of us take Geometry.
Others of us take French.
But one thing in common known by all
Is three years (so far) well spent.
Class of 1950
First Row : Lily Mathers, Theresa LaCourse, Nancy Dunphy, Jeannette Baldwin,
Dorothy Golash, Lorraine Richardson, Doris Shumway.
Second Row: Arlene Sears, Esther Loomis, Joyce Hurley.
Third Row: Gerald Tennyson, Mary Srcczek, Ruth Merritt, Ann LeDuc, Irene Ferron,
Fourth Row: Raymond Morin, Edward McColgan, Warren McAvoy, Robert Durbin,
Frank Vaillancourt, Roy Baldwin.
PRESIDENT— Esther Loomis VICE PRESIDENT— Raymond Morin
SECRETARY— Doris Shumway TREASURER— Theresa LaCourse
HISTORIAN— Dorothy Golash
THE SOPHOMORES OF WILLIAMSBURG HIGH
We are the sophomores of "Burgy" High,
Faithful to our class come do or die,
In the classroom, out of doors,
We are united evermore.
Teachers who know, those who are wise,
See honor and happiness in our eyes;
Now we open our doors to the next sophomore class
And remembering- us, through these doors may they pass.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Class of 1950
First Row: Henry Warner, Irene Roberge, Shirley Magdalenski, Marion Johnson,
Mary. Wells, Joyce Morin, Anna Mae Sincage, Alice Curtis, Lvcy Barnas, Philp Morin
Second Row: Robert Hillenbrand, Elaine Outhuse, Joyce Colson, Anne Sabo, Reta
Ice, Alice Barker, William Curtis.
Third Row: Earl Richardson, Herbert Nye, Robert Liimatainen, Robert McCord,
Fourth Row: Harvey Cranston, Henry Bisbee, Dorrance Bates, John Brisbois, Charles
Mollison, Arthur Clary, Robert Sharpe.
Fifth Row: John Maggs, Charles Warner, Norman Brisbois, Percy Culver, Allen Warner.
PRESIDENT— Anne Sabo VICE PRESIDENT— Dorrance Bates
SECRETARY— Charles Mollison TREASURER— Norman Bates
HISTORIAN— Reta Ice
The Freshmen are a problem
I '.'cause they won't be good,
Because they aren't grown up enough,
Nor act the way they should.
But they're really very good at heart,
And trying hard to please;
They try so hard to do their part.
And learn to stand at ease.
And even haughty seniors
Admit they never rue
The day that they look back upon
When they were Freshmen, too.
LAUNCHED BUT NOT ANCHORED
As fourteen ships for the first time glide
over the water and out to sea, there are
varying expressions on the faces of the
throng gathered at the port. Fond, proud
hearts ask the question, "How will the
trip go?" Here are fourteen new ships each
launched upon a life with so many pos-
sible anchorages. What type of voyage
will they undertake ? Will they succeed ?
While we have certain common charac-
teristics, each has different tastes, feelings,
and aims. Yet, we are the better for four
years of working together. Upon gradua-
tion our common desire for adventure will
launch us on all types of voyages. Whether
these trips will be successful will depend
not only upon the storms at sea but upon
our own courage, stamina, and tenacity of
spirit. Some of us will make a short
voyage and soon come to anchor while
others will never permanently rest in port.
Regardless of these variances, we have
certain common beliefs and ideals. We ap-
preciate our heritage as citizens of the
United States. We have the advantage of
being able to see our ancestors' mistakes
and hope to profit from them. With trust
in God, we will work to make our country
a better place for everyone. And before we
anchor our ships, I know that a great step
in bringing about world peace and brother-
hood will have been made. The very fact
that we have gained a high school educa-
t ; on indicates success in our voyages and
May we each complete an honorable voy-
age before anchoring our ships with the
satisfaction of a life well spent.
FLOYD S. MERRITT '47
GRADUATION NIGHT— THE
BEGINNING OR THE END
In one way, June 19, 1947 marks the
beginning for us; in another way, it marks
the end. It all depends on the way we look
I say that it marks the beginning for us.
It does, in the sense that many of us will
just begin to realize that we can't depend
on others to pull us through all our lives.
We will realize that we are growing up
and that grown up people usually have to
look after themselves. They have to find
jobs for themselves, earn their own liv-
ings, choose their own ways of living. A
good percentage of us undoubtedly will
enter college, and it might take a little
time to conform to living away from home
and studying much harder.
Graduation night may also mark the
ending. To some it may mean the end of
high-school drudgery, the end of cramming
for exams. On the other hand it may
mean the end of the best years of our
lives, the end of working just enough to
get by, the end of happy, fun-packed days.
Whatever way we may feel about grad-
uation night now, I am reasonably sure
that in a few years we all will be able to
see clearly and to appreciate the different
meanings that graduation night can hold
BARBARA DYMERSKI '47
"All men are created equal." "Liberty
and justice for all." "Do unto others as you
would have them do unto you." These are
very familiar sayings to us Americans, but
to many, they mean absolutely nothing.
In America, we brag that everyone has
equal opportunities. But America is about
the poorest example of equal opportunities
in the world.
When we say that all men are created
equal, why do we mean all except the
American Negro? When we say "Liberty
and justice for all", why doesn't this mean
the Negro too? He's as much of an Amer-
ican as we are. When we quote the Golden
Rule, do we really mean it? Would you
want the Negro to do to you what you have
done to him? Naturally, you wouldn't. Then
why don't you do unto him that which you
would want him to do unto you?
If a Negro family lived next to you, you
would play with the children and have a
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good time regardless of race religion, or
nationality. Or at least you would until
you heard your parents or other older
people talking against them.
Race prejudice begins in the homes;
and to beat it. we have to start there. We
have to teach this generation and prove to
them that Negroes are equal to whites.
Then, perhaps the next generation will not
feel so superior. Perhaps they will not be
Why can't we give Negroes better jobs
so they will earn more money and move
from the slums? Why don't we associate
more with the Negroes and help them to
feel at home in their own country? Why
don't more of us follow the Golden Rule?
It is because we have all that we want and
we care nothing about anyone else. We are
a selfish, unthoughtful group of people.
If you were ill, how would you feel if a
Negro donated blood so that you could live ?
How would you feel if a Negro doctor saved
your life? You'd be very grateful, wouldn't
you? You'd feel differently about them.
Well, does something like that have to
happen before you will help the Negroes
gain equal rights? Can't you help them
If more of us were humanitarians, per-
haps there would be fewer race riots, less
race prejudice. Perhaps all men would
really be created equal. Until that time,
let's hope that the next generation will get
SHIRLEY PAYNE '47
Opinions of New York City
I obtained two main impressions of New-
York during the short time we were there.
Everything is very entertaining and some-
what of a circus to sightseers but the spirit
seems to be as cold and impersonal as the
giant skyscrapers. Both the beauty and the
excitement are superficial.
As I stood in the observatory in the
Empire State Building one hundred and two
stories above the street. I couldn't help but
think of the vast expanse of woodland that
this building would cover if it were built
one story high. The city of New York is
all right for those who want to go to
shows and have a good time but I'll take
the country life any day.
As I got off the train in New York, I
thought what a terrible place it was. It
was nothing like good old "Burgy" with its
clean fresh air. After getting settled at
the hotel and starting to see the high spots.
I changed my opinion and decided that it
was really beautiful, fascinating, and very
New York is a large city, but it is quite
easy to find your way around. The build-
ings and narrow streets are not quite like
the impression I had of them from post
cards. They are huge, interesting, and im-
I thoroughly enjoyed New York from
the time I arrived until the final farewell.
The trip definitely came up to all of my
expectations. If ever I have the chance, I
would be most interested and delighted to
make a return tr'p to that city.
I wasn't too awed by the sights of New-
York. It is just like any other city on a
much vaster scale. I think what impressed
me most was the Radio City Music Hall.
A vacation there is fun, but the real vaca-
tion is when you get back to quiet life.
In New York a person can do practcally
anything he wants at any time and I do
think that New York is the most wonderful
spot in the world.
New York is a nice place to visit but I
wouldn't like to live there all my life. It's
too noisy, crowded, and rushed. It was quite
an experience to be at the top of the world's
largest structure. I think that New York
is fine for Broadway stars and night-club
people, but not for me.
I was impressed by New York's vast ex-
panse and intricate subway system. I was
disappointed by the shabby appearance of
some areas and the perpetual rush of people
and taxi cabs. I was surprised by the ease
with which you can find your way around.
I was amazed with the size of the Statue of
Liberty and the beauty and perfection of
Radio City. I was sceptical of the traffic
system, especially those dashing taxis. I
was pleased with New York and I found
that everything was interesting.
Upon arriving in New York I was very
disappointed. It is too crowded and windy.
If you don't run down the streets, you get
pushed, and above all if you expect to live,
you must try to dodge the taxis. I enjoyed
the boat ride to and from the Statue of
Liberty more than words can express. I
would like to go back to New York and
really get acquainted with the place.
I think what amazed me most in New
York was the way the taxis bounded around
the streets. They looked very much like
battered racing cars and if they didn't get
you on the street, they were sure to get you
on the sidewalks!
In my own opinion of New York, there
could be no better place to live than in the
heart of Times Square or Fifth Avenue.
The thrill of subways, skyscrapers and the
rush of many cabs was a new and exciting
experience. The splendid architecture of the
buildings in comparison to buildings I have
commonly seen, is of supreme difference. I
think New York is the most fascinating
place with which I have ever come in con-
New York City to me was something new
and fascinating. I was naturally impressed
with the mobs of people all intent on going
their own way and the ever popular lights
of Times Square. It was an immense let-
down to return to Williamsburg.
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AMERICA'S CONTRIBUTION TO A
Out of the evil shadows of darkness and
gloom shines a still, small star beckoning
the weary traveler. As he staggers on, this
pin-point of light glows steadily brighter,
crowding out the dense hovering clouds,
illuminating a carved ivory gate, labeled
"Peace." Inside the gate the traveler
straightens his dx-ooping shoulders in sud-
den awe as he beholds a bank of pure white
clouds mounting higher and higher, shin-
ing brighter and brighter, surmounted by
that same star radiating over all the land
below. Here is a land of fertile fields and
quiet hamlets, a land of free people working
in harmony and sharing each other's joys
and fears. This is a land of peace dedicated
to man and God.
Such is the vision in the minds of most
of us today. It is not a new vision but
merely an intensified desire strengthened
by a need greater than ever before for the
salvation of humanity. This vision is as old
as More's Utopia. It is older, as old as man.
Today we believe, as did the ancients, that
this effervescent star is for the first time in
sight. Whether correct in this prediction I
It is certainly evident that America has
set a precedent in peace-making policies.
International arbitration has always been
supported by the United States. We can
point to countless other obvious contribu-
tions to a permanent peace. The Pan Amer-
ican Union of the Western Hem' sphere and
our unfortified Canadian border are two
examples. Our participation in a World
Court and numerous world organizations
such as the present United Nations are
Yet the real contributions of America to
a lasting peace lie not in organizations or
foreign policies but in principles and ideals.
Most of them are impossible to describe.
For how can one describe freedom, inde-
pendence, or belief in God ? I can point out
our freedom of speech, freedom of worship,
freedom of the press, but unless you are an
American, you will not know the feeling of
contentment and independence they breed.
Unless you have seen the Statue of Liberty
guarding this land in solitary glory, unless
you have seen that fragment of striped
Stardust rippling in a quiet breeze and the
trust in the upturned faces, unless you feel
the spirit of trust in God, the pride and
the duty of these citizens, you can never
comprehend the trre contributions America
has made to a lasting peace. Our greatest
gift is democracy.
It is the simple respect of the rights and
privileges of others which will best promote
world understanding. More than anything
else the practice of equality of mankind can
heal our wounds. A complete peace may be
impossible in our lifetime; but in democ-
racy, world government, and God we have
the fundamental tools with which to build
a permanent peace.
FLOYD S. MERRITT '47
* Chosen as the winning essay by the American
Legion tAuxiliarv among seventeen school entries
in Unit 5V*o. 2, consisting of Hampshire and
Franklin Counties in the National Americanism
WHAT'S YOUR GOAL?
What's your goal in life? If you are like
most people, it is to get the most you can
with a scant amount of work and effort
involved. To some people this seems only
logical. It is a shame that the members
of this group are of the majority. The
other group, the minority, are those who
want the most life has to offer, but who
will work hard and long to get it. This
latter group are also the ones who will
stop along life's way to bring help and
cheer to those less unfortunate than they,
unfortunate, perhaps, because they were of
that majority group. Are you of the ma-
jority ? Don't be afraid to change. If
enough others do, someday the minority will
be the majority.
BARBARA OUTHUSE '48
WORLD OF BLACKNESS
The girl who stood at the curb of the
main street of the small Georgian town was
attractive and well-poised. She looked like
any other high school girl in dungarees
except that the dark glasses that she wore
and the bitter lines around her mouth gave
her a rather dramatic look.
A beautiful collie dog pulled impetuously
at the leash she held in her hand. The dog
wasn't used to indecision on the part of
his mistress. In truth, his mistress had no
idea where she wanted to go. The streets
were quiet in this strange town in the
middle of the afternoon. Finally an almost
indiscernible touch told the collie that she
wanted to cross the street. This was accom-
plished with little interruption since the
small town seemed to doze under the effects
of the hot summer afternoon and almost
no one else was on the street.
The girl lifted her foot up from the curb;
but it slid from the edge, and she tripped
and fell. Almost instantly a gentle hand
was on her elbow and someone was helping
"Are you all right?" a soft Southern
voice was drawling.
The girl was on her feet now.
"Yes, thank you ever so much. My name
is Nan Grayson. I'm from Maine, but I'm
here in Georgia visiting my aunt. I suppose
it was rather clumsy of me to slip on that
curb, but thanks again for helping me up.
I've been ill so I don't go out very often.
I suppose that's the reason. Wouldn't you
like to walk home with me and have a cold
drink or something so that I can show my
"Oh ." The hesitation on the part of
the stranger was obvious and the silence
was suddenly oppressively ominous. Then
she spoke again. I think I'd better not,
even though I'd like to."
Nan spoke, "Then you could at least tell
me your name and perhaps change your
mind, you know."
"My name is Lola Atkins; I really would
like to know you better, but !"
"Then come on."
Lola fell into step with Nan with a queer
That was the beginning of a great
friendship between the two girls. As Nan
had said before, she spent a good deal of
her time inside; but they met on the porch
for delightful afternoons of chatter.
Everything sailed along smoothly until
Nan introduced Lola to her aunt. There
was a stiff silence and then her aunt gave
her a lecture on choosing the right type
of friends. Then other incidents began to
spring to Nan's attention. Since she had
walked on the streets with Lola, she had
not made one other friend. Even the few
people she had known before stayed away.
And all of a sudden, Lola tried to stop
The tension between the two girls sud-
denly snapped one day when Lola burst
unexpectedly into the room where Nan was
"Look, Nan, I can't come here any more.
I knew I shouldn't have come in the first
place. I'm making you lose all your friends
that you ever had as far as this town is
concerned. I ."
But Nan interrupted her, "I don't get it.
I like you very much, Lola, and we have .
good times together. I don't see why you
seem to think that you're making me lose
friends, either. Why can't we keep on
Lola's face showed surprise.
"You mean you don't know — you don't
realize—? Can't you see? I'm colored and
you're white; that's the difference. It just
isn't right." She began to grow bitter. "It
never was right and it never will be. We
just can't be friends anymore. When you
were so friendly that first day, I wanted to
be, too, so I came home with you against
my better judgment. Now I know I was
wrong, that's all."
If Lola's face had shown surprise, Nan's
face did even more so.
"So that's it," she said slowly. Then she
sat quietly for a minute. "No, Lola, that
doesn't make any difference; the color of
our skins, I mean. If other people could
only see it, too! We don't need to break
up a friendship because of that."
Lola spoke bitterly. "That's the trouble,
though. Other people don't see it. I'm not
going to see you losing friends of your
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own race just because you go around with
Nan hesitated considerably before she
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell
you, but I guess I've got to. I managed
to keep it a secret quite well, though, don't
you think? Don't you know why I never
go out any more than I can help? Why I
wear dark glasses? Why I never read? Oh,
Lola, I liked you by instinct! I didn't know
you were colored, and even now that I do,
it doesn't make any difference. Don't you
see, Lola? Your being black doesn't make
any difference to me." Her voice grew soft.
"It doesn't matter a bit because I live in
a world of blackness anyway. You see, Lola,
ANNE SABO '50
THE SUN OF MAN
I could rest now. The day's work was
done and I could rest and watch the sun
ease his blazing head below the sombre
skyline. The sky and the day shared their
glorious end in one great display of beauty.
A pink, delicate, innocent-looking cloud wit-
nessed the silent spectacle from high above.
It had seen much of the lives of man
today and much unforgettable woe. Yet,
as the cloud would scatter before the winds,
would not man's miseries likewise dissipate ?
The sun himself was now a thing of much
greater beauty than in mid-day. His noon-
time torch was tempered now and the radi-
ance was shared by half the sky, creating
a splendor that was awesome and pleas-
ant to the eye. Yet, in his time, does not
man himself blaze to brilliance, then fade
and lose his efforts with mankind's? Does
man's blinding but foolish extreme moder-
ate to usefulness?
The blood-red disc was sinking very low.
Like the spirit of a grand old man, he cast
rich, massive shades of glory through the
heavens. Spent, yet lingering with a last
glowing memory of his day's journey, he
settled from sight. Again the sky grew
richer with a stately hush as though in
salute to defeat. Are man's defeats so glori-
ous and impressive? Can man create such
a spell of splendor at his time of departure?
FRANK B. COLLINS '47
On every side we hear the cries about
predominating Russia. Yet are all the
stories true? You realize how a story may
be told and how different it is after a dozen
people have heard it. Could this not be the
same situation between the Russian and
One of the main issues between Russia
and the United States is the free press.
It is this that led to other differences. We
are attempting to abolish what is known
as "The Iron Curtain." In other words, we
don't want the plan that Russia now has,
whereby no news is printed or let out of the
country without first receiving Stalin's ap-
proval. We classify this as being dictatorial.
It is no wonder that we disagree with
Russia. How can two people understand
each other when they don't have the same
basic principles ? For example, there are
now two different interpretations of the
word "Democracy." One is Russian; the
other, American. In 1864 Lincoln saw the
need for one meaning of the word "Liberty."
I think we have the same need with the
In a recent edition of "Look" many points
are brought forth about what the Russians
think of us. If it were not for our pride,
we might realize how truthful some of the
illustrations are. They say at one time that
the American people were being constantly
fooled by propaganda. A novel, "The Amer-
ican," is an example of the latter, I be-
lieve. It does not come out and tell false-
hoods, but it leaves incorrect impressions.
I believe if everyone would think twice
before he spoke that there would be less
misunderstanding the world over, not only
in the homes, but also in the ruling bodies
of the countries.
VIOLA FRASER '48
YOUR LIFE AND MY LIFE
Man is like a weed when
one stops to consider;
He grows till he reaches his peak,
and then begins to wither.
No one is excluded from this law
of nature, and everyone knows
That he will return from whence
he came as do the petals of the rose.
Life has its moments of happiness,
gaiety, and sadness, too,
.A.nd when our name is reached on the list,
we're sometimes glad we're through.
So it will be down the path of time,
that man must follow until
His name is called, and he responds
to that, which is God's will.
ROBERT SMITH '47
DEATH COMES SOFTLY CREEPING
Death comes softly creeping
And with gentle hand.
It leads the young and aged
To that wondrous heavenly land.
It makes no difference if you've sinned
Of if you're poor and old.
Our God will always welcome more
Into His heavenly fold.
Life is like a bed of roses
And to everyone 'tis known,
The best are always picked the first
In heaven's streets to roam.
So when our Father calls your name,
And the pearly gates swing wide, —
Don't fear, dear friend, for very soon
We'll all be at your side.
SHIRLEY PAYNE '47
I am supposed to write
about anything, dull or bright.
But I cannot compose
anything in verse or prose.
I've thought of many different things
from school books to diamond rings.
I have tried and tried to think
of all the colors from brown to pink.
I've thought of birds, flowers and bees, of
fluffy white clouds and tall green trees.
Of all these subjects I cannot choose
which one of them I'd like to use.
To think of a poem I've tried and tried, I just
can't compose on the interesting side-
Oh! What's the use, I'll wait till the morrow.
HARRIETT ICE '47
DEAR CONSOLING FRIEND
Dear consoling friend
I will not part with thee
No matter what the toll,
For you're a part of me.
In tears and joy I turn
To you, my friend, and know
That you will always give
To me your warmth and glow.
I shall not listen to those
Who say I shall regret
The hours I spend with thee,
My favorite cigarette.
RUSSELL WARNER '48
LIFE ON A FRONTIER HOME
They traveled through forests dark and
Through places which would make you and
And after going through swamps and bogs,
They wielded their axes and cut some logs.
With these they made houses, crude and
Bad as they were, they were good enough.
Inside the cabin was the big fireplace.
All across one end it took up the space.
Above the fireplace, on the wall,
Hung the rifle, protector of all.
The floor was dirt; the walls were bare;
Still they were happy, free from care.
With a field in front, the woods in back,
Meat and corn they never did lack.
Although the father had no horse to ride,
He had his trusty rifle, his dog by his side.
And into the forest he would go,
To come back later with a full grown doe.
While he worked in his little plot,
His wife prepared a simmering pot.
And when his work was thoroughly done,
He'd come to the dinner that he had won.
ROBERT COLLINS '48
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First Row: Laura Lloyd, Palma Ingellis, Esther Loomis, Shirley Payne, Barbara
Dymerski, Marilyn Williams.
Second Row: Floyd Merritt, Mr. Hill, Frank Collins, Robert Smith, Russell Warner,
Edward McColgan, Robert Collins.
The Tattler is our year book.
It's printed every year,
By the members of the high school
While the faculty stands near.
In the front part of the year book
Is the graduating class;
The very finest pictures
Of every lad and lass.
But the other classes you will find
In groups so well portraying
The way they look each school day bright,
Their private hopes betraying.
Of course we'll find our debating team
Of whom we are so proud,
Their fame we would like to shout
In voices high and loud.
Then, too, we find the orchestra.
It's not too large you'll see;
And then the staff of the Revue,
A magazine for you and me.
Not to forget the staff of this
Whose hard and patient work
Has made this book just
What it is. No one his duty'll shirk.
SHIRLEY NICHOLS '48
First Row: Laura Lloyd, Shirley Payne, Theresa LaCourse, Viola Fraser, Barbara
Second Row: Shirley Magdalenski, Rowena Nye, Palma Ingellis, Irene Ferron,
Third Row: Doris Graves, Betty Brooks, Barbara Outhuse.
Fourth Row: Edward McColgan, Frank Collins, Ruth Wells, Ann LeDuc.
Editor-in-Chief Viola J. Fraser
Assistant Editor Barbara Dymerski
Artist Palma Ingellis
Assistant Shirley Magdalenski
Sports Editor Edward McColgan
Feature Editor Shirley Payne
Alumni Editor Dorothy Carver
Campus Capers Marilyn Williams
Assistant Irene Ferron
Exchange Editor Betty Brooks
Fashions Doris Graves
News Editor Barbara Outhuse
Typists Rowena Nye, Ruth Wells,
Book and Movie Review Betty Brooks
Circulation Department Frank Collins,
Laura Lloyd, Theresa LaCourse,
Faculty Advisor Mrs. Grinnell
We started the year with a new faculty
advisor, Mrs. Grinnell. We have greatly
appreciated her cheerful help in all ways.
Eight issues of The Revue have been pub-
lished this year, without too much change
in its working order. The most outstanding
addition was the comic strip in the latter
part of the year. The plan of developing
pictures for the paper has been carried out
to some extent.
We of the staff hope that even more in-
terest will be taken in the editing and sub-
scribing of the paper in the future and a
greater number of students will work to-
ward its development.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First Row: Miss Webber, Floyd Merritt, Shirley Magdalenski, Barbara Outhuse,
Mar.lyn Williams, Donald Baldwin.
Second Row: Elaine Outhuse, Allen Warner, Shirley Nichols, Mary Sroczek, Anne
Sabo, Doris Graves.
NATIONAL FORENSIC LEAGUE
Quite a few turned out for debating this
year and had their first chance to practice
at a tournament held in Westfield. Later in
the year four debaters attended a Junior
Model Congress at Chicopee and four at-
tended another Congress at A. I. C. Our
debaters have been called on to debate for
various clubs and also for an assembly.
During the year a practice debate was held
with St. Michael's of Northampton to test
our system against theirs.
This year the first teams consisted of
Anne Sabo and Barbara Outhuse for the
negative and Floyd Merritt and Marilyn
Williams for the affirmative. The results
were as follows:
Left to Right: Floyd Merritt, Barbara Dymerski, Dorothy Carver, Doris Graves,
Shirley Nichols, Barbara Outhuse, Marilyn Williams.
PRO MERITO SOCIETY
Of the five junior members of the Pro
Merito Society only four remained and
were announced by Miss Dunphy in October
as senior members. They were Dorothy
Carver, Barbara Dymerski, Doris Graves
and Floyd Merritt. Also in October four
new members, June Demerski, Shirley
Nichols, Barbara Outhuse and Marilyn Wil-
liams were announced as the junior mem-
bers. Now, at the close of school there
are seven members of the National Pro
Merito Society here at Williamsburg' High
School for the year 1947.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First Row: Philip Morin, Edward McColgan, Russell Warner, Raymond Morin, Joseph
Second Row: Robert Hillenbrand, Mr. Kistner, Gerald Tennyson, Harvey Cranston.
With the engagement last fall of Charles
Kistner as athletic director, a real basket-
ball team was started. Lack of a full time
leader in the last few years has seriously
hindered the boys. To the few veteran
players was added a large group of fresh-
men and sophomore players. These boys
had to jump into the games scheduled by
the Franklin League with little practice or
experience. However, they have by this
time developed in skill so as to guarantee a
team our school will be proud of next year.
Although the total scores reveal, numeri-
cally, only two victories, a far greater score
was made in the field of good sportsman-
ship. If no victories were announced, this
display of sportsmanship would impel ad-
miration from this school and others.
First Row: Janet Hillenbrand, Rowena Nye, Theodora Harlow.
Second Row: Reta Ice, Anna-Mae Sincage, Joyce Morin, Shirley Magdalenski.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
First Row: Earle Richardson, Donald Baldwin, Raymond Morin, Robert Hillenbrand,
Second Row : Mr. Kistner, Russell Warner, Percy Culver, Allen Warner, Edward
McGolgan, Henry Warner, Charles Warner.
For the first time in several years the
boys at Williamsburg High School have
been able to form a baseball team. This is
due in part to the ava'lability of a good
coach, but mostly to the desire of the boys
to really do something about what has been
a dormant ambition. It is too early in the
season to predict our final rating as a high
school baseball team. However, the first
games have been played successfully as is
seen by the scores available at the time
THE TATTLER goes to press.
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First Row: Robert Liimatainen, Herbert Nye, Donald Baldwin, Raymond Morin.
S^ond Row: Allen Warner, Frank Collins, Robert Smith, John Maggs, Floyd Merritt,
Henry Bisbee, Edward McColgan, David LeDuc.
First Row: Irene Ferron, Laura Lloyd, Viola Fraser, Marion Johnson, Joyce Morin,
Anna-Mae Sincage, Shirley Magdalenski, Esther Loomis, Florence Beals.
Second Row: Betty Brooks, Reta Ice, Anne Sabo, Nancy Dunphy, Joyce Hurley, Shirley
Shumway, Harriet Ice, Irene Roberge, Theodora Harlow.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Senior Class Play
Left to Rierht: David LeDuc, Floyd Merritt, Betty Brooks, Frank Collins, Florence
Beals, Shirley Payne, Barbara Dymerski.
Seated: Dorothy Carver.
To finance a class trip to New York the
class decided to concentrate on one major
activity, a play. Accordingly, work was
begun in December on "Don't Darken My
Door," a three act comedy, by Anne Coulter
Martens. We engaged Leo F. Parent, pro-
fessional director, to instruct us, and we
drew the characters from the ranks of the
Following a matinee and two evening per-
formances in the Williamsburg Town Hall.
we traveled to Cummington and Chesterfield
to repeat the presentation. The audiences
were especially pleased with the humorous
antics of the maid, Betty Brooks, and the
hired boy, Frank Collins. Others in the
cast were Dorothy Carver, Floyd Merritt,
Barbara Dymei-ski, David Leduc, Shirley
Payne and Florence Beals.
The enjoyment we obtained from working
together on the play and from the class tr.'p
which resulted makes us look back with
pleasure, and hope that this may set a
precedent for other classes.
Identification Next Page
1. David LeDuc, Theodora Harlow, Robert
Smith, Frank Collins.
2. Mrs. Grinnell.
3. Floyd Merritt, Janet Hillenbrand.
4. Senior Class.
5. Robert Smith, Frank Collins.
6. David LeDuc, Robert Smith, Frank
7. Senior Class.
8. Robert Smith, Frank Collins, Janet Hil-
9. Mr. Warner.
10. David LeDuc, Robert Smith.
11. Robert Smith, Janet Hillenbrand, Theo-
dora Harlow, Harriett Ice.
12. Florence Beals, Shirley Payne.
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
Identification page 41
D. Clary Snow President
Shirley Meisse Vice President
Jean Hemenway Secretary
Eleanor Ballway Treasurer
Evelyn Kmit, Roy Leonard, Frank Soltys,
Marion Sylvester, Norma Wells
CLASS OF '46
Ruth Elnor Bowker— McCallum's Store,
Hattie Marion Clark — Commercial Col-
Suzanne Crone — Shelburne Falls.
Robert Patrick Dana — U. S. Navy.
Richard Herbert Daniels — Bisbee's Saw
Alice Ann Golash — Pro-phy-lac-tic Brush
Shirley Mae Hathaway — Grant's Paper
Elizabeth Irene Kulash
Russell Verdine Loomis — Mountain St.,
Helen Moore Sylvester — Cooley Dickinson
Cora Louise Warner — Northampton Com-
Marshall Clyde Warner — U. S. Navy.
Fred Allen '41 — son.
Doris Newell Avery '39 — daughter.
Marcia Ingellis Calabrate '40 — daughter.
Donald Campbell '42 — son.
Shirley C. Hathaway '40 — daughter.
Clarice Graves Dymerski '44 — son.
Doris Sabo Elmes '39 — daughter.
Donna Hobbs Damon '44 — daughter.
Albert Mosher '35 — daughter.
Robert Otis '37— daughter.
Ruth Carver Maxwell '44 — daughter.
Bette Lou H. Sylvester '43 — daughter.
Phyllis West Webb '39— daughter.
Helen Batura Yeskie '39 — son.
Warren Gould '39 — son.
Robert J. McAllister, '41.
Charlotte Algustoski '37 to Carl Sylves-
Elizabeth Harlow '43 to Eugene Sylvester.
Janice Wells '39 to Marvin Banister.
Mary Coogan '35 to John Caulifield.
Marjorie Jacque to George Warner '39.
Theresa Racicot to Leonard Walpole '15.
Lillian Adams to Gilbert Loud '34.
Joyce Giles to Adelbert Roberge '41
Logia Jablonski '40 to Victor Jordan.
Elizabeth Damon '43 to Fred Marsh.
Martha Deane '44 to Ralph Townsley.
Phyllis Rhoades '45 to Thomas Doyle.
Roberta Colburn '38 to Richard Caldwell.
Cecelia Soltys '42 to Richard Watling.
Senior Class Trip
WILLIAMSBURG HIGH SCHOOL
C. F. JENKINS
Stationery — Greeting Cards — Medicines
R. F. BURKE
" G O L D I E S "
Mrs. Clayton Rhoades
RHODE ISLAND REDS
Bred to Win, Lay and Pay
F. N. GRAVES & SON
R. A. MacLEOD NURSERY
LANDSCAPING and TREE SERVICE
Old Goshen Road
HICKEY'S ICE CREAM BAR
Bridge Street Haydenville
CIGARS, CIGARETTES, MAGAZINES
LaSALLE'S ICE CREAM
Get Our Prices on Anything You Need
Tel. Williamsburg 271 and Chesterfield 2145
THE HAYDENVILLE COMPANY
.1. f. McAllister
JONES THE FLORIST
GASOLINE MOTOR OIL
Tires, Batteries & Accessories
Tel. 4:5:! 1 — 4:::;2
Route 9 Haydenville
PACKARD'S SODA SHOPPE
BRYANT'S RADIO & ELECTRICAL SHOP
SALES AND SERVICE
C. K. HATHAWAY
Ice Cream, Candy, Cigars
i WILLIAMSURG FUEL AND ICE COMPANY
Coal — Oil — Ice
J. R. MANSFIELD & SON
South Main Street
Colonial Esso Garage
Gas — Oil — Accessories
Route 9 Berkshire Trail
MARTIN A. PADDOCK
FINE CUSTOM TAILORING
For Men and Women
4 Crafts Ave. Next to City Hall
Tel. 308 Northampton
GLASS ARTIST'S SUPPLIES
PIERCE'S PAINT STORE
196 Main Street
BAGS — SCARFS — JEWELRY
183 Main St.
Graduation and Wedding Gifts
179 Main St. Northampton
DAVID BOOT SHOP
221 Main Street
WM. BAKER & SON
Service — Courtesy
Telephone 2341 Chesterfield
H. D. STANTON
FRED HEALY JR.
Tel. Chesterfield 2372
B. G. HIGGINS
POUNDED ASH BASKETS
W. E. KELLOGG AND SON
DAIRY and POULTRY PRODUCTS
Tel. 3631 Williamsburg
© For the young man who grad-
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that he will need for this important
MERRITT CLARK & CO.
FRANKLIN KING, JR.
277 Main St.
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To Save Time and Trouble for Your
O. T. DEWHURST
OPTOMETRISTS and OPTICIANS
Our modern school systems put a lot of work upon growing eyes which puts
a strain upon those with defective vision. Latent defects in the eyes of
children should be carefully looked after. A little fore-sight now, may help
them in their studies. Let us examine their eyes.
201 MAIN ST.
Telephone 184- W
FURNITURE STORES, INC.
15 BRIDGE STREET
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185 Main Street
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157 Main Street
A. J. POLMATIER
Best Wishes to the
Class of 1947
Herbs and Annals
Rock Garden and Border
VILLAGE HILL NURSERY
Athletics and Physical Education
USED CARS — TOWING — REPAIRING
Specializing in PONTIAC and GENERAL MOTORS
Tel. Northampton 654-M3 — 3062-W1
Good Things To Eat
BEAVER BROOK POULTRY
Candy Mailed — Tasty Pastries
Refreshing Sodas — Fine lee Cream
THE CLARY FARM
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For Farm and Village Property
Consult SILAS SNOW
Telephone 3563 Williamsburg
Vice-President and General Manager
MEATS — GROCERIES
A Good Place to Eat
Ice Cream and Beverages
A. T. BEEBE, Prop.
15 State Street
Westinghouse & Norge Refrigerators
Oil Burners and Service
14 Center St. Phone 2123-R
44 PLEASANT ST.
"The Best Food Served Daily"
Dinner Specials— 11 A.M. to 2 P.M.
Supper Specials— 5 P.M. to 12 M.
the following members of the
FLORENCE CIVIC AND BUSINESS ASSOCIATES
AUTOMOTIVE AND HOME SUPPLIES
BERNARD PLATING WORKS
WILLIAM A. BERNACHE
BREGUET'S FILLING STATION
CARL'S APPAREL STORE
CHAS. H. DUNNING AND SON
ELAINE'S BEAUTY SHOP
FICKERT AND FINCH
FLORENCE AUTO CLINIC
GAGNON'S SPORTING GOODS
MEISSE'S MUSIC STORE
MURPHY'S MERCHANDISE MART
TREMBLAY DRUG CO.
ERIC STAHLBERG, M. P.
BILL FOLDS TOILET KITS
18 Center St., Northampton
W. LEROY CHILSON
Awnings — Venetian Blinds
Furniture Coverings and Upholstering Supplies
Furniture Upholstering Automobile Plate & Safety Glass
Window Shades Auto Tops and Upholstery-
Slip Covers, Cushions Truck Covers and Canvas Goods
34 CENTER STREET, NORTHAMPTON
Compliments of —
C. 0. CARLSON
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CLASS OF '48
POTATO CHIP CO. INC.
NORMA LEE CANDIES
92 Kins St.
Tel. 771 Northampton
26 Main St. Tel. 294
Meats — Groceries — Hardware
Paints and General Merchandise
Compliments of —
Congratulations and Continual
Success in the future. This is
the wish of the leading men's
and boys' wear store of Hamp-
HARRY DANIELS ASSOC.
E. J. GARE & SON
112 Main Street Northampton
WOOD & STRAND
Herman A. Cohn
THE FAIR STORE
27-29 Pleasant St. Northampton
You May Always Depend Upon The Quality
of Flowers Which Come From
Sales and Service
Nothing Too Small or Too Large All Work Done by Experts
WE REPAIR ALL RADIOS AND ELECTRICAL APPLIANCES
C28 ENTER STREET PHONE 1307
28 Center St.
PLEASANT TIME SHOP
EXPERT WATCH REPAIRING
83 Pleasant Street
CLASS OF '50
CLASS OF '49
For the BEST in
Col Provia Driveways
RUSSELL V. LOOMIS
Call Williamsburg 4558
BUICK Authorized Sales & Service
JOHN C. STRUBBE
Telephone Northampton 456
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and Tune Up
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